On Wednesday last I went into my cardiologist (ahem) for my routine, annual check- up and, to my dismay (but not total shock) discovered that my heart mal-function, my “flutter” had returned.
I had a feeling things were not perfect but had, as usual, put it down to hypochondria.
My Cardio however took it very seriously indeed and said we must get this fixed and soon. He lifted the phone and called the Clinic in Montpellier (who had performed the procedure in February 2012) and asked how soon could they do the job on me. When they told him that Thursday would be OK- he raised his eyebrows to me and said “Demain? “ then I did go into shock. Even though this is, as heart operations go, a comparatively minor procedure, it does involve a fair bit of local aenesthesia and sedation, two nights in hospital and a session of various electrodes being sent up through veins to the heart where they burn off the bits which are causing the problem.
Sile was, fortunately, with me at the cardio so she was able to soothe me, take me home and help me to pack and organise the local nurse to call and give me the necessary injections before heading into the clinic in Montpellier the following morning.
And so it came to pass and I went through the same procedure as before (this time without the help of the Georges Brassins songs). Spent two nights away, last night in my glory as my single neighbour in my room departed yesterday, in a most comfortable hospital being treated extremely well by a series of nurses, doctors, aides and porters before Sile collected me this morning and we headed back to home.
I sent a text to my brothers and sisters last night telling them all that I was in hospital but fine, I had been fixed I told them before I even realised fully that I was broken- all true.